2 Samuel 1
1 Now it came to pass after the death of Saul, when David was returned from the slaughter of the Amalekites, and David had stayed two days in Ziklag;
Mushure mokufa kwaSauro, Dhavhidhi akadzoka kubva kuhondo yaakakunda vaAmareki uye akagara paZikiragi kwamazuva maviri.
2 It came even to pass on the third day, that, behold, a man came out of the camp from Saul with his clothes rent, and earth on his head: and so it was, when he came to David, that he fell to the earth, and did obeisance.
Pazuva rechitatu mumwe murume akasvika achibva kumusasa waSauro, zvipfeko zvake zvakabvaruka uye musoro wake uzere guruva. Paakasvika paiva naDhavhidhi, akazviwisira pasi achiratidza rukudzo.
3 And David said to him, From where come you? And he said to him, Out of the camp of Israel am I escaped.
Dhavhidhi akabvunza akati, “Wabvepiko?” Iye akapindura akati, “Ndapunyuka kumisasa yavaIsraeri.”
4 And David said to him, How went the matter? I pray you, tell me. And he answered, That the people are fled from the battle, and many of the people also are fallen and dead; and Saul and Jonathan his son are dead also.
Dhavhidhi akabvunza akati, “Chii chaitika ikoko? Ndiudze.” Iye akati, “Vanhu vatiza kubva pavanga vachirwira. Vazhinji vavo vafa. Sauro nomwanakomana wake Jonatani vafa.”
5 And David said to the young man that told him, How know you that Saul and Jonathan his son be dead?
Ipapo Dhavhidhi akabvunza jaya rakanga rauya neshoko iri akati, “Unoziva sei kuti Sauro nemwanakomana wake Jonatani vafa?”
6 And the young man that told him said, As I happened by chance on mount Gilboa, behold, Saul leaned on his spear; and, see, the chariots and horsemen followed hard after him.
Jaya riya rakati, “Ini ndakanga ndiri pamusoro peGomo reGiribhoa, uye ndikaona Sauro akasendamira papfumo rake, ipapo ngoro dzavarwi navatasvi zvichivirima zvotosvika paari.
7 And when he looked behind him, he saw me, and called to me. And I answered, Here am I.
Zvino iye akati acheuka akandiona, akandidana, ini ndikati, ‘Ndiri pano?’
8 And he said to me, Who are you? And I answered him, I am an Amalekite.
“Akandibvunza akati, ‘Ndiwe aniko?’ “Ndakamupindura ndikati, ‘Ndiri muAmareki.’
9 He said to me again, Stand, I pray you, on me, and slay me: for anguish is come on me, because my life is yet whole in me.
“Ipapo iye akati kwandiri, ‘Uya umire pandiri undiuraye! Ndiri mukurwadziwa kukuru asi ndichiri mupenyu.’
10 So I stood on him, and slew him, because I was sure that he could not live after that he was fallen: and I took the crown that was on his head, and the bracelet that was on his arm, and have brought them here to my lord.
“Naizvozvo ndakamira paari ndikamuuraya, nokuti ndaiziva kuti mushure mokunge awira pasi haaizorarama. Uye ndakatora korona yakanga iri mumusoro make norundarira rwaiva muruoko rwake, uye ndauya nazvo kuno kuna ishe wangu.”
11 Then David took hold on his clothes, and rent them; and likewise all the men that were with him:
Ipapo Dhavhidhi navarume vose vaakanga anavo vakabata nguo dzavo vakadzibvarura.
12 And they mourned, and wept, and fasted until even, for Saul, and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of the LORD, and for the house of Israel; because they were fallen by the sword.
Vakachema nokuungudza vakazvinyima zvokudya kusvikira manheru nokuda kwaSauro nomwanakomana wake Jonatani, uye nokuda kwehondo yaJehovha neimba yaIsraeri, nokuti vakanga vaurayiwa nomunondo.
13 And David said to the young man that told him, From where are you? And he answered, I am the son of a stranger, an Amalekite.
Dhavhidhi akati kujaya rakanga rauya neshoko kwaari, “Iwe unobvepiko?” Akapindura akati, “Ndiri mwanakomana womutorwa, muAmareki.”
14 And David said to him, How were you not afraid to stretch forth your hand to destroy the LORD’s anointed?
Dhavhidhi akamubvunza akati, “Sei iwe usina kutya kusimudza ruoko rwako uchiparadza muzodziwa waJehovha?”
15 And David called one of the young men, and said, Go near, and fall on him. And he smote him that he died.
Ipapo Dhavhidhi akadana mumwe wavarume vaaiva navo akati, “Enda, umuuraye!” Naizvozvo akamubaya, akafa.
16 And David said to him, Your blood be on your head; for your mouth has testified against you, saying, I have slain the LORD’s anointed.
Nokuti Dhavhidhi akanga ati kwaari, “Ropa rako ngarive pamusoro pako. Muromo wako ndiwo wazvipupurira pawati, ‘Ndauraya muzodziwa waJehovha.’”
17 And David lamented with this lamentation over Saul and over Jonathan his son:
Dhavhidhi akaimba rwiyo urwu rwokuchema Sauro nomwanakomana wake Jonatani,
18 (Also he bade them teach the children of Judah the use of the bow: behold, it is written in the book of Jasher.)
uye akarayira kuti vanhu veJudha vadzidziswe rwiyo urwu rwokuchema rwouta (rwakanyorwa mubhuku raJashari):
19 The beauty of Israel is slain on your high places: how are the mighty fallen!
“Haiwa Israeri, kubwinya kwako kwaparadzwa pamitunhu yako yakakwirira. Haiwa, vane simba wawira pasi sei!
20 Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
“Musazvireva muGati, musazviparidza mumigwagwa yeAshikeroni, kuti vanasikana vavaFiristia vasazofara, kuti vanasikana vevasina kudzingiswa varege kupembera.
21 You mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew, neither let there be rain, on you, nor fields of offerings: for there the shield of the mighty is vilely cast away, the shield of Saul, as though he had not been anointed with oil.
“Haiwa imi makomo eGiribhoa, ngakurege kuva nedova kana mvura pamusoro penyu, kana minda inobereka zviyo zvakawanda. Nokuti ipapo ndipo pakasvibiswa nhoo yemhare, iyo nhoo yaSauro, isisina kuzorwa mafuta.
22 From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the bow of Jonathan turned not back, and the sword of Saul returned not empty.
Kubva muropa ravakaurayiwa, kubva munyama yemhare, uta hwaJonatani hahuna kudzoka, munondo waSauro hauna kudzoka usina kugutswa.
23 Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided: they were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions.
“Sauro naJonatani, muupenyu vaidikanwa uye vakanaka, nomurufu havana kuparadzaniswa. Vaimhanya kupfuura makondo, vaiva vakasimba kupfuura shumba.
24 You daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you in scarlet, with other delights, who put on ornaments of gold on your apparel.
“Haiwa vanasikana veIsraeri, chemai nokuda kwaSauro, iye aikupfekedzai zvishongo zvitsvuku uye zvakaisvonaka, aishongedza nguo dzenyu nezvishongo zvegoridhe.
25 How are the mighty fallen in the middle of the battle! O Jonathan, you were slain in your high places.
“Haiwa vane simba vawira pasi sei muhondo! Jonatani avete, aurayiwa pamitunhu yenyu yakakwirira.
26 I am distressed for you, my brother Jonathan: very pleasant have you been to me: your love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.
Ndiri kutambudzika kwazvo pamusoro pako, Jonatani mununʼuna wangu; wakanga uchikosha kwazvo kwandiri. Rudo rwako kwandiri rwaishamisa, rwaishamisa kudarika rwavakadzi.
27 How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished!
“Haiwa vane simba vakawira pasi sei! Zvombo zvehondo zvaparadzwa!”
